Caravansary - This year we will create a caravansary that occupies the crossroads of a dreamland: a bazaar of the bizarre wherein treasures of every sort, from every land and age, flow in and out to be flaunted, lost, exploited and discovered. This is not a tourist destination, but a home for travelers who come here bearing gifts. Amid the twisting and the turnings of its souk, participants will come upon an inexhaustible array of teeming goods and unexpected services. Anyone may pose as 'merchant' here, and anyone may play a 'customer', but nothing in this strange emporium shall have a purchase price — no quid, no pro, no quo — no trade at all will be allowed in this ambiguous arcade. According to a rule of desert hospitality, the only thing of value in this 'marketplace' will be one's interaction with a fellow human being.

Simon of the Playa wrote:Water that's poured inside will sink the boatWhile water underneath keeps it afloat.Driving wealth from his heart to keep it pureKing Solomon preferred the title 'Poor':That sealed jar in the stormy sea out thereFloats on the waves because it's full of air,When you've the air of dervishood insideYou'll float above the world and there abide...